faraway, faraway, you’re going somewhere far away
How must I stop these falling tears
from the very start, you stole my heart
And made me suffer from an illness I couldn’t recover from
I want to become a flower pot
I constantly pray
I want to become a flowerpot at your small window
even if I won’t be able to say anything
from time to time, I’ll receive your smiles and touch
and I could watch your sleeping face endlessly
January 13, 2009 at 8:31 PM
wow, nice poem you've made ;)
i'm impressed!
January 19, 2009 at 10:48 PM
thank u... thank u